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THE LAY OF KOSSOVO 

SERBIA'S PAST AND PRESENT 
(13891917) 



BY 

F. W. Harvey, C. Oman, Sir Arthur Evans, T. R. Gjorgjeoitch, 
Alice and Claude Askew, G. K. Chesterton 



AND 

THREE 

SERBIAN BALLADS 



For the Anniversary of the Kossovo Day Celebration in Great 

Britain on the 28th of June, 1916, published by the 

Kossovo Day Committee 

1917 



PREFACE. 

For the first time for centuries last year the Serbs were not able to 
celebrate their great national festival in freedom in their own country. 
Their British friends most graciously made it possible for them to observe 
Kossovo Day in Great Britain a tribute, of course, to the heroism of the 
Serbs, but also a proof of the great interest of the British public in the 
Serbian people and of an increasing appreciation of their cause. 

Under Dr. Elsie Inglis (as Chairman) and Dr. Seton Watson (as Hon. 
Secretary), a National Committee was formed, consisting of : 

The Lady Cowdray, Mrs. St. Clair Stobart, 

Lady Grogan, Mrs. Flinders Petrie, 

Lady Paget, Mrs. Carrington Wilde, 

The Hon. Mrs. Haverfield, Mr. James Berry, F.R.C.S., 

Dr. Dickinson Berry, The Rev. Percy Dearmer, D.D., 

Mrs. Kinnell, The Rev. H. J. Fynes-Clinton, 

Mr. F. C. Lindo. 

Two Serbian members were added to this (Father Nicolas Velimirovic, 
Dr, M. Curcin). 

All the members took a most active part in the work. 

The memory of this celebration will remain and afford great satis- 
faction to the Serbs, and the late Committee think it worth while to com- 
memorate the anniversary by publishing two excellent articles from 
Professor C. Oman and Professor Gjorgjevitch, which came too late to be 
used last year. To these are added, by kind permission of their authors 
and the editors of the papers in which they first appeared, three other 
articles which aroused much interest at the time ; while the translation 
of three Serbian ballads may help to complete a pamphlet which shall 
evoke in its entirety the Kossovo idea the key to a right understanding 
of the history as well as of the poetry and civilisation of the Serbian people. 



KOSSOVO DAY. 

FROM this sweet nest of peace and Summer blue 
England in June a sea-bird's nest indeed 
Guarded of waves, and hid by the sea-weed 
From envious hunter's eye, we send to you 
Our flying thoughts and prayers, our treasure too, 
Poor though it be to bandage wounds that bleed 
For country dear beloved. There the seed 
Of homely loves and occupations grew 
To wither in the flame of Godless might 
Kindled by hands of treachery, yet reeking 
With blood of friends and neighbours. Serbia, thou 
Has thought us careless and far off ; know now 
Thy name to us is sudden drums outspeaking 
And tortured trumpets crying in the night I 

F. W. HARVEY. 
(" Westminster Gazette " oj the 28th June, 1916.) 



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1389. On the I5/A June, on the Day oj St. Vitus 
it was Tuesday was a battle between Serbs and Ottomans. 
Amongst the Serbs were Despot Lazar, the King, and 
Vuk Brankovitch and Vlatko Vukovich, the Dukes. There 
was great slaughter, as much among the Turks as the Serbs, 
and few returned to their own country. Both Tsar Murat 
and the King of Serbia were killed ; and victory was not 
granted either to the Turks or the Serbs, so great was the 
carnage. And the battle took place on the Field ofKossovo. 

Old Ragusan Report. (Monumenta Spectantia 
Historiam Slavorum Meridionalium, XIV., 48.) 



AN OLD TREASON AGAINST CHRISTENDOM. 

WHO let the Turks into Europe to be for more than five 
centuries the curse of Eastern Christendom ? Historians 
have made many answers, and blamed many culprits. 
Some speak merely of the weakness of the Byzantine emperors 
who followed on the extinction of the great house of the 
Comneni in 1185. Others, descending a few years, place the 
responsibility on the piratical Western Crusaders of 1204, who 
shattered the Byzantine Empire so that all its pieces could 
never be patched together again ; Athens and Achaia, 
Crete, Albania and the Cyclades being lopped away, the 
restored empire of the Palaeologi was never strong enough to 
discharge its proper function as warder of the Eastern gate of 
Europe against the oncoming Moslem. Yet another school 
pleads that the final ruin of the Christian East was due to 
the commercial greed of the Venetians and Genoese, who 
kept the Palaeologi in economic fetters by means of their 
chains of fortified factories and island strongholds, and 
mortally injured the Constantinopolitan empire by economic 
starvation, long ere its last day came. 

There is some truth in each of these contentions. But 
yet another factor was operative, which worked more directly, 
and at the actual moment of the first Turkish invasions of 
Europe. All the forces that we have named above were at 
their evil work for a century or more before the day on which 
the Emir Soliman, the son of Orchan, seized Gallipoli, and 
planted the horse-tail standard for the first time on European 
soil. There was another enemy who stabbed the defenders of 
Eastern Christendom in the back, at the very moment when 
they were doing their best to fend off the new attack from 
the East. It is not too much to say that the most criminal of 



all the political malefactors who were responsible for letting 
the Turk into the Balkans was a king of Hungary, the capable 
and ambitious Lewis the Great, who ruined Serbia when the 
duty of guarding the Eastern March had fallen to her charge. 

For this fact must first be realised. By the fourteenth 
century the Byzantine empire was irretrievably decadent. 
Shrunken and wasted, shorn of many provinces, economically 
ruined by Venice and Genoa, ruled by a long line of shiftless 
and bankrupt Emperors, the Eastern Caesarate had no 
fighting power left. When the Ottoman State had organised 
itself, and delivered its attack on Europe, it was not the 
Palaeologi who could be expected to defend Christendom. 
The barrier against aggression from Asia had to be made by 
the nation which lay behind the narrow coast-slip of 
Byzantine territory, and dominated the whole interior of the 
Balkan Peninsula. 

That nation was the Serbian people. In 1354 it was 
on them that the responsibility fell, when the Turk had 
established himself on the Dardanelles. Now if the Ottoman 
attack had been delivered a few years earlier, it would have 
been worthily met. From 1331 to 1355 the greatest of 
Serbian monarchs was reigning, and had well nigh the whole 
Balkan Peninsula firmly in his grasp. Stephen Dushan 
had conquered all his neighbours : the kings of Bosnia and 
Bulgaria were his vassals : he had won not only Macedonia 
but Thessaly and Southern Albania. All was his from the 
Danube to Thermopylae ; he had opened his way to the Adriatic 
as well as to the ^Egean. He had built up a State which 
might have faced any invader with confidence, including 
even the formidable Ottoman. Practically he had reconsti- 
tuted the Eastern Empire, with a Serbian instead of a 
Byzantine nucleus, and from his new capital of Uscup, where 
he had assumed the imperial title of Tzar, he ruled the 
Balkan Peninsula far more firmly than any of his Byzantine 
predecessors had done for three centuries back. 

In 1355, to the eternal misfortune of Eastern Europe, 
Stephen Dushan died, a few months after the Ottoman 
invasion began, leaving a son under age as the heir to his 
great empire. Just after the Turks got their first firm foothold 



in Europe, they found a minor on the Serbian throne, and all 
the vassal princes who had served the formidable Tzar 
disowning their allegiance to his heir. Yet even so the game 
was not yet lost : it took Sultan Murad several years to 
secure his foothold in Europe, and to conquer the Byzantine 
possessions in Thrace. The Serbians might have held him 
back, though they were no longer led by one great king 
but by several factious princes, if only they had been left 
alone to fight the battle which was not only in their own 
defence, but in the defence of all Christendom. 

They were not permitted to do so ; when the Tzar 
Stephen died in 1355, his successor as the dominating person- 
ality in Eastern Europe was Lewis the Great, King of Hungary 
from 1342 to 1382, a great fighting man with an insatiable 
appetite for annexation. When Stephen was dead, and the 
boy Urosh, surrounded by over-powerful and ambitious 
vassal princes, reigned in his stead, Hungary's opportunity had 
come. From 1359 onward King Lewis kept up a constant 
aggression against his Serbian neighbours, and that no less 
after than before they had begun to engage in the inevitable 
struggle with the oncoming Turk. In 1359 he fell upon and 
conquered Northern Bosnia and endeavoured to set a nominee 
of his own on the Serbian throne ; a few years later, in 1365, 
he crossed the Danube, and seized Belgrade the old 
Serbian capital and the surrounding district. This blow 
was a particularly cruel one, for the Serbians were at the 
moment smarting under the first defeats which they had 
received from the Turks. It was in 1363 that considerable 
Serbian forces, advancing to recover Adrianople, had been 
cut to pieces on the Maritza, not far from that city, at the 
first battle of Chernomen. A rally was still possible, if the 
nation had been left to settle its own destiny. But this was 
not to be : in the hour of defeat Hungary fell upon its rear, 
and seized Belgrade. 

And this was but the first of a long series of aggressions : 
King Lewis was always hammering at the back of the 
Serbians while they were engaged with the Turks in front. 
He wished to dominate the Balkan Peninsula. Presently 
he passed into Bulgaria, and made Widdin and the neigh- 
bouring district a Hungarian Banat (1365-1369). 



Now if Lewis had made the conquest of the Balkan lands 
his main life's work, he might conceivably have built up an 
empire as broad and strong as that which a few years before 
had obeyed Tzar Stephen Dushan, for Hungary was even a 
stronger basis on which to build than Serbia. But the 
Balkan wars were, most unhappily, only a side issue to him. 
He had a Western policy, and was busy in the affairs of the 
Italian Peninsula. In especial he was a great enemy of 
Venice, from whom he desired to wrest the Dalmatian sea 
coast, the natural outlet of Hungary to the sea. He made 
his first raid upon it in 1356, but did not finally succeed in 
tearing the whole long province from the Venetian Republic 
till 1381. Moreover he had also an ambitious Polish policy, 
which ultimately ended in his succeeding to the crown of 
Casimir IV. of Poland at the latter's death, in 1370. 

A King with so many irons in the fire was the worst 
possible neighbour for the Balkan Peninsula, when the Turks 
were beginning their first assault upon its southern slopes. He 
was interested in it enough to induce him to strike hard at 
the unfortunate Serbians, and to break their power by a long 
series of blows. But he was not sufficiently interested by his 
southern conquests to make him devote himself to the idea 
of building up a great Balkan Empire. If he had been, 
there might have arisen a power strong enough to face and 
turn back every Turkish attack. But while Lewis was busy 
with Italy and Poland, the Asiatic enemy slipped in, and 
gradually won for himself a foothold in Macedonia and Thrace, 
from which the distressed Serbians could never expel him. 
Lewis continued his Balkan enterprises at the most unhappily 
chosen times. In 1369 the Bulgarians, with Serbian and 
Wallachian aid, drove the Hungarians out of Widdin. In 
the next year Lewis came down into the Balkans with a larger 
army than ever before, and flooding across north-eastern 
Serbia and western Bulgaria recovered Widdin and restored 
his previous domination on the Danube. The Bulgarians in 
despair actually offered homage to the Turk, in order to save 
themselves from the Western invader, who was conducting 
his invasion under the disguise of a Crusade, and forcibly 
rebaptising the " orthodox " peasantry into the Latin 
church. It was in 1370 that the unhappy cry " Better be 



vassal to the Moslem than be damned for joining the heretical 
Roman Church " was first heard in Europe. Alas ! it was 
to be echoed in later years, not only in Bulgaria, but in 
Serbia and in Constantinople. It was a Greek admiral who 
cried in the last agony of the Byzantine Empire " that he 
would rather see the turban of the Turk predominate in the 
Holy City than the Red Hat of the Cardinal." 

It was while King Lewis's unhappy crusade seemed the 
main fact in Balkan politics that the second great disaster 
fell on Serbia. The young King Urosh was on his death bed 
his rival for the crown, the Macedonian Despot Vukachin, 
made an attempt to take the Turks in flank while they were 
engaged in Bulgarian campaigning, and came to an unhappy 
end in the second battle of the Maritza in 1371, with many 
Serbian princes more. Next year the Sultan overran all 
Macedonia, and Serbian power south of the Balkans ceased. 
No hope came from the North because of the Hungarian peril. 

Even when Lewis the Great died in 1382 he did not 
leave behind him as a legacy a united Kingdom of Poland and 
Hungary, though he had been at such pains to join them. 
That would have been a State strong enough to hold for ever 
against the Turks the line of the Danube, if not that of the 
Balkans. But at his death Hungary and Poland fell apart 
Hungary went to his daughter Mary and her husband 
Sigismund of Luxembourg, afterwards Emperor, all of whose 
interests lay in the West ; Poland, which made Lewis' 
other daughter, Hedwiga, its queen, became united, by her 
marriage with Jagellon of Lithuania, to lands east and 
north, and involved herself in a long struggle with Moscow 
for the domination of all the Russians. Therefore Lewis' 
conquests in the Balkans were all wasted energy, since his 
successors had their interests elsewhere. He merely helped 
the Turk to break up the Slav state which might have served 
as the first outpost of Christendom, after the Byzantine 
emperors had proved utterly unable to discharge that 
function. 

It was the Turks who made an end of the Serbian power, 
despite the strenuous efforts of the last independent King of 
Serbia, Lazarus, whose reign of eighteen years (1371-1389) 



was one constant crisis of peril. But it was Lewis of Hungary 
who had made the task of Lazarus impossible. It was the 
repeated Hungarian invasions from the north which rendered 
the defence of the southern Serbian lands impossible. 
Lazarus had to look on helplessly while Macedonia was 
overrun by the Ottomans, because his own concern his 
personal dominions lay along the Danube was more with 
the lands of the north-west on which the Hungarian was 
encroaching. 

By the time that Lewis was dead (1382) in the eleventh 
year of the troublous reign of Lazarus, all the Christian 
lands south of the Balkan range were irretrievably lost. 
It is true that Sigismund of Luxembourg, the son-in-law 
and successor of Lewis, was not such a formidable enemy 
to Serbia as the great Lewis, but he was equally blind to the 
necessity of holding back the Ottoman from Eastern Christen- 
dom till the danger became his own, after Serbia had been 
wrecked at Kossovo, and the wave of Ottoman invasion at 
last washed up to the Danube. In 1389 he was at peace with 
Lazarus, but he was not at his side in arms against the Turk, 
as any Hungarian King who saw the danger of the coming 
storm should have been. On hearing of the unhappy 
day of Kossovo his first act was to make his private profit 
out of the disaster to Christendom. His armies at once 
crossed the Danube and seized Belgrade and the surrounding 
district along the Danube, which his father-in-law had 
already once before conquered in 1365. Hungary profited 
by Serbia's ruin. It was a true instance of Nemesis that for 
three hundred years Hungary was to pay for her treachery 
to Christendom in the fourteenth century : first by facing 
a hundred and thirty years of Turkish invasions, then by 
enduring a Turkish conquest, after Mohacs (1526) the 
Hungarian equivalent for Kossovo and finally by seeing 
B uda the seat of a Turkish Pasha for a hundred and seventy 
ye ars more. 

C. OMAN. 



THE BATTLE OF KOSSOVO. 

June 15th, OS. 1389. 
I. 

The rise of the Serbian nation in the Middle Ages, 
which began under the Serbian Grand Zhupan, Stephen 
Nemanya (1169-1196), and continued under his heirs, 
reached its zenith under the Emperor Stephen Dushan 
(1331-1355). During the period that elapsed between the 
reigns of Nemanya and Dushan, Serbia, from being a vassal 
of Byzantium, first became an independent county, then a 
kingdom (1217), and finally an Empire (1346). The 
Serbian Church, before that time under the Archbishopric 
of Ochrida, became independent (1220), and subsequently 
rose to the rank of a patriarchate (1346). In Dushan's 
reign the frontiers of Serbia extended from the Save and the 
Danube to the Gulf of Corinth, and from the Adriatic as 
far as Adrianople. Her national agricultural wealth, 
her mines, her trade with foreign countries near and far, 
resulted in complete prosperity ; literature, architecture, 
and the other arts being almost unequalled by any other 
European countries at that time. Legislation attained its 
climax in Dushan's Law Book, a masterpiece of mediaeval 
jurisprudence. Serbia was bidding fair to become the 
leading State in the Near East. 

Dushan was at his death succeeded by his nineteen-year- 
old son Urosh as Emperor of Serbia (1355-1371), " a youth 
of great parts, quiet and gracious, but without experience," 
as contemporary Serbian chroniclers describe him. Though- 
out the vast extent of the Empire it was soon apparent 
that the strong hand of Dushan was no longer at the helm. 
The feudal barons made themselves masters of provinces, 
ruled independently and fought among themselves. Thus, 
while Serbia under Urosh was becoming weakened by 
internal dissensions, events were developing in the East 
which were to exercise a decisive influence not only 
upon the fate of Serbia, but upon the whole civilized 
world the rise and advance of the Turks into Europe. 



After they had wrested Gallipoli from the Greeks (1354), 
they began to attack Byzantium and the outlying Serbian 
provinces, and in 1359 the renowned Sultan Murat came 
to the throne, a wise and fearless ruler of the first order. 
He crossed to Europe in 1360, conquering Chorlu and 
Dimotika (1361), Zagora (1362), Philippople (1363), and 
Adrianople (1365) where he established his throne. Within 
five years Murat conquered Thrace from the Sea of Marmora 
to the Balkan Mountains and from the Black Sea to Rhodope, 
and transferred the Turkish centre of strength from Asia 
to Europe. Byzantium, convulsed by internecine strife, 
failed to resist the Turks from the very first ; indeed, the 
various Emperors and their rivals actually sought the 
support of the Turks and vied in outbidding one another in 
the concessions each demanded of the Turks. When the 
danger of their increasing power at last became apparent, 
the Emperor Jovan twice traversed Europe, beseeching 
the Christian princes for help against the Turks, but without 
success. Bulgaria, also divided by dissensions, was quickly 
penetrated, the conquest of Eastern Bulgaria, with its royal 
seat Trnovo, and Western Bulgaria with its capital of Vidin, 
presenting no difficulty. 

The southern principalities of Serbia were the first to 
feel the Turkish danger. Vukashin, one of Dushan's vassal 
princes, in 1366 proclaimed himself King of the Serbians 
in Macedonia. His chief ally and supporter was the despot 
Ugljesha, who ruled over the neighbouring eastern Serbian 
counties on the Greek and Turkish frontiers and had his 
capitial at Ser, Seres of to-day. Vukashin and Ugljesha 
decided to attack the Turks and expel them from Europe. 
They gathered a considerable army and went to meet the 
invaders, but the Turks took them by surprise at Chernomen 
(Chirmen) on the left banks of the River Maritza, and their 
armies were cut to pieces ; both Vukashin and Ugljesha 
perished, September 26th, 1371. Soon afterwards, on 
December 4th, the young Tzar Urosh died likewise. 

The battle of Cernomen laid open the way to Serbia, 
and the Turks soon overran the whole of Macedonia. Of 
Dushan's vast Empire, only the district north of the Shar 
mountain and the Crna Gora of Uskub retained its freedom, 
ruled independently by the feudal lords of the Empire, 
most important of whom were Prince Lazar, of the Morava 
and Danube territories, whose court was in Krushevatz. 
Further westward ruled Prince Vuk Brankovitch and still 
further westward George Balshitch to the coastland and 
Montenegro of to-day. There was also the independent 
kingdom of Bosnia, which was at the time ruled by King 



Tvrtko. In the hour of danger which threatened all Serbian 
lands alike, Lazar, the foremost in authority and linked 
to the House of Nemanya through his wife Militza, concluded 
an alliance with all the Serbian princes, in mutual defence 
against the Turks. He was the first to bear the brunt of 
their attack, and as long as it was possible, most wisely and 
heroically did he resist it. 

The battle of Chernomen had not only cleared the way 
to Serbia for the Turks, but exposed Bulgaria also ; Sofia 
fell in 1382, and the Bulgarian Tzar Shishman became a 
Turkish vassal. Thus the danger from the Turks threatened 
the Serbs not only from the south but also from the east. 
In 1386 the Turks wrested Nish from the Serbs ; however 
in the important battle at Plotchnik (on the river Toplitza, 
between Prokuplje and Kurshumja), the Turks met with 
the first defeat since the invincible Sultan Murat embarked 
on his career of conquest in the Balkans. Though the blow 
was a hard one, it spurred the Turks on to make better 
preparations. So did Prince Lazar, too, and the alliance 
between him and the other Serbian princes was renewed 
and strengthened. The neighbouring States of Albania, 
Rumania and Hungary, who had, later on, to pay for 
their inactivity against the Turks, declined to take steps 
against the invaders. Hungary even prepared to attack 
Lazar in those fateful days. Meanwhile Sultan Murat 
launched his armies against the Serbs at Kossovo. 



II. 

A vast plateau, fourteen leagues in length and five 
across, which extends through the centre of the western 
half of the Balkan Peninsula and is intersected by little 
hills and hillocks, and surrounded on all sides by lofty 
mountains, is the Kossovo Plain, or, more simply, Kossovo. 
In order to reach it, it is necessary to descend through 
narrow passes, down which flow turbulent rivers. Over 
these passes both nations and armies crossed for centuries, 
on their way between the south-east and the north-west 
of the Balkan Peninsula. Therefore Kossovo has been 
often a field of blood, and the " bloody Sitnitza " river 
in the national songs has deserved its epiteton ornans. 
It saw a battle in 1073 between the Serbs and the Byzantines 
with the Bulgar Allies. One hundred years later, Stephen 
Nemanya defeated his brothers on Kossovo, thus establishing 
his own independence and paving the way to Serbian 
Empire. Later, in 1403, there was a battle on Kossovo 
Plain between the Serbian despot Stephen Lazarevitch 



and the Turkish Sultan Mussa ; in 1448 one between the 
Hungarian army under Jovan Hunyady and the Turks, 
and in 1689 one between the Austrians under Piccolomini 
and the Turks. The 19th century witnessed an encounter 
between some of the Bosnian insurgent Begs (Beys) and 
the Turks, and the first stronger attacks of the first' Balkan 
War in 1912 were delivered at Mrdare on the gates of 
Kossovo. But of all the battles on Kossovo Plain the 
most important is that which took place on Vidov-Dan 
(St. Virus' Day), June 15th, O.S., 1389, between the Turks 
and the Serbian allied armies. That is the battle for which 
Kossovo is known to the world, and the one of which men 
think when Kossovo is mentioned. 

As to the details of the actual fighting of Kossovo in 
1389, historical sources disagree, and it is rather difficult 
to give an approximately correct and vivid description of 
it. But what is proved beyond doubt is that Sultan Murat's 
armies numbered no less than 80,000 men a large number 
for those days. Composed of cavalry, infantry, and bow- 
men, their military organisation was perfect, their equip- 
ment complete and their discipline iron. In addition to 
this the force of Mussulman fanaticism and the prospect 
of rich booty, gave great impulse to the Turkish troops. 
The command was in the hands of able and experienced 
warriors, devoted unconditionally to the Sultan in whom 
all had entire confidence. Thirty years of brilliant and 
successful warfare in Asia and Europe sufficed to build 
up his great military reputation. Sultan Murat entered 
the Plain of Kossovo with his armies, taking southern 
positions as far as Prishtina, once the royal seat of the 
Nemanyas. The combined allied armies of Prince Lazar, 
Vuk Brankovitch, George Balshitch, and King Tvrtko, who 
opposed the Sultan, did not amount to more than half 
the number of the Turks. The Serbian army was composed 
mainly of cavalry and infantry, with but few archers. 
They were also well equipped, nor were they ill disciplined, 
or without enthusiasm. On the contrary, the conflict being 
waged in defence of Christianity and independence, the 
Serbian soldiers brought all their courage to the fight. 
The Turkish chroniclers relate that the Serbian army was 
in good spirits before the battle; the soldiers sang songs 
in praise of their nation's heroism. There, too, the command 
was in the hands of tried warriors, who had won their experi- 
ences in the constant fighting of those days. The Turks, 
however, had a great advantage, their command being in 
a single hand that of the Sultan whilst the Serbs had an 
army composed of allies without a supreme authority. 

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The Serbs took up the northern positions on the Kossovo 
Plain opposite to the Turks. 

The fighting began on the morning of St. Vitus' Day, 
Tuesday, the 15th June, 1389. Both sides were fully conscious 
that it was a struggle for very existence, arid enormous 
numbers were wounded and slain. In regard to the huge 
number of casualties on Kossovo, the traditions of the Serbian 
ballads agree very closely with the written records. The 
Turkish historian Nesri says that " blood was shed " ; there 
were " mountains of slain," that " heads fell to the ground 
like pebbles." At first fortune favoured the Serbs. The 
Turkish left wing was repulsed, and the Serbian army almost 
came into touch with the flank of the Turkish centre. A 
brave Serbian captain, by the name of Milosh Obilitch, who, 
owing to intrigue had fallen under Lazar's displeasure, 
anxious to prove his loyalty, cut his way through the Turks 
and slew the Sultan with his own hand. The Serbian 
national songs, in celebrating the deed of Milosh, add that he 
slew many other Turks besides. But at the most critical 
moment of the battle, the young Sultan Bajazid advanced 
the right wing to the aid of the left with fresh reserves, and, 
attacking the Serbian right, rolled it back over the river 
Sitnitza, and threw the Serbs into disorder. Prince Lazar, 
who was personally taking part in the fighting, fell from his 
horse into a pit ; the Serbs lost sight of him in the confusion 
of the fighting, the Turks came up, took him prisoner and led 
him away. Several other Serbian leaders were also captured. 

By the afternoon fighting was at an end. The Serbian 
army had been cut to pieces. Prince Lazar and the other 
captive princes were beheaded on the spot. Kossovo became 
the grave of Serbian freedom. 

Prince Lazar's body was laid to rest in the monastery 
of Gratchanitza, on Kossovo. From thence his remains were 
transferred to the monastery of Ravanitza, which had been 
built out of Lazar's private fortune. The Serbian Church 
has cannonised Prince Lazar, and the day of his death, 15th 
June, O.S., is observed in his honour every year. The 
Serbian literature from the Middle Ages till this very day, and 
the Serbian people from the ruling dynasties to the poor 
peasants and illiterate monks have heaped praise and 
gratitude upon Prince Lazar. The common people worship 
at his tomb, as pilgrims worship at the Holy Sepulchre. 
When the Serbian people abandoned the home of their 
fathers in search of safety from the Turks, the Serbian monks, 
with other relics, bore away the remains of Prince Lazar and 
interred them in the monastery at Vrdnik in the Frushka 
Gora in Syrmium, which was then renamed Nova Ravanitza 

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(New Ravanitza). Year after year the Serbs of South 
Hungary gather in crowds in Ravanitza on the anniversary of 
Lazar's death to worship at the shrine of St. Lazar, and to kiss 
reverently the relics of the Prince who died for Serbia's 
freedom. There is hardly any Serb in Austria and Hungary 
who has not kissed his hand, so strongly alive is the 
tradition of the Kossovo disaster there. 



The traveller of to-day, after a lapse of over five 
hundred years, passing through Kossovo Plain, can hear the 
living traditions of the great St. Vitus' Day from the 
inhabitants themselves. They will show him many tomb- 
stones with turbans carved upon them and tell him that these 
stones mark the graves of the Turks who fell in the battle 
of Kossovo, and they will point out many plain tombstones 
under which Serbs lie buried. On one hill they will show him 
a cairn containing two graves, which are guarded by a 
dervish, who tells that these are the graves of Gazi-Sinan the 
Grand Vizier and his servant who perished at the hand of 
Milosh Obilitch. About the cairn are thousands of Turkish 
graves and they say that Milosh slew all these men as well. 
A little further on there is a Turkish shrine (Tolbe) which 
marks the spot where Murat perished. Around this spot the 
fight raged most fiercely. Popular tradition goes even 
further and attaches special memories of Kossovo battle 
to every place. Every river, every town and village on the 
Plain and on the mountains encircling it, each has its own 
tradition. Even the red peony, that grows luxuriantly on 
Kossovo, is said to owe its crimson hue to the blood of the 
Serbian soldiers who fell there. 

The battle of Kossovo has set its sign upon the Serbian 
nation. Among the whole of the Serbian nation it is 
considered unlucky to start anything on a Tuesday, because 
the battle of Kossovo fell on a Tuesday. The reason for 
every ordinary mishap is sought in the disaster of Kossovo. 
" Things are hard for us, hard since Kossovo," is an exclama- 
tion you may hear whenever a misfortune of any kind 
occurs. To this day the women of Montenegro and Herze- 
govina wail for Kossovo as they do after a death, instead of 
singing of it. When an amazed scholar on his travels asked 
them who had died, he was told : " Nobody has died ; 
but we wail for Lazar and Milosh who fell at Kossovo." 



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III. 

The dire consequences of the battle of Kossovo were 
not all apparent immediately after the battle. In the actual 
fighting both Serbs and Turks had sustained great losses. 
Both the chief generals had perished. Immediately after 
the battle the new Sultan Bajazid withdrew to Adrianople, 
there to assume the Royal State in accordance with Turkish 
custom. King Tvrtko of Bosnia, whose army took part in the 
battle of Kossovo, was under the impression that the Serbs 
had been victorious, and spread reports to this effect in the 
countries of Western Europe. Meantime, it soon became 
evident how matters truly stood. Turkey had increased in 
size and strength. The Turkish throne was occupied by an 
enterprising and capable Sultan, supported by a powerful 
army and devoted generals. In Serbia everything was 
different. The alliance of the Serbian rulers was annihilated 
at Kossovo. Prince Lazar's country, the most important 
factor against the Turks, was left without a head. The 
Government of Serbia was undertaken by Lazar's widow, 
Princess Militza, as Regent for her youthful son ; she was 
an able woman, and pious, but too weak for the desperate 
position of Serbia at that juncture. She was compelled, not 
only to continue the struggle against the Turks, but also to 
fight the smaller Serbian principalities who were trying to be 
beforehand with the Turks in enlarging their own power at 
the expense of Lazar's territory. The struggle against the 
Turks on the one hand and the Serbian smaller States on the 
other gradually exhausted the strength of the Serbian nation. 
The attempts made by the rest of Europe to check theTurkish 
advance came late and were insufficient. The Serbian 
States, though they continued the struggle, were powerless 
to resist and fell one by one into the hands of the Turks. 
Serbia as a whole fell in 1459, Bosnia in 1463, Herzegovina 
in 1482, Montenegro nominally in 1499. Of Serbia's great 
past and her heroic struggle for existence, nothing remained 
but a glorious memory. 

By the battle of Kossovo more was lost than the inde- 
pendence of the Serbian countries. Its consequences weie 
much further reaching. By the defeat of the Serbs, the gate 
of Central Europe was open to the Turks and to all the ravages 
they committed. 

TlH. R. GjORGJEVITCH. 



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SERBIA'S GREATEST BATTLE. 

By Sir Arthur Evans. 

Historically the battle of Kossovo was essentially a 
drawn battle. Nay, in many respects the balance seemed 
to incline to the Christian side. If one of the Confederate 
Princes, Knez Lazar, of Danubian Serbia, met his death, 
the Turks lost, in their Sultan Amurath, the head of their 
whole empire. The Turkish host, under the new Sultan 
Bajazet, withdrew to Adrianople. The most valuable 
prizes that in case of victory might have fallen into Turkish 
hands were left in Serbian possession. ^s?^j 

The thriving towns of Novobrdo, in the very neighbour- 
hood of Kossovo, and Kratovo, nearer to the Macedonian 
border the centres of the important silver-mining industry 
remained untouched. No attempt was made to occupy the 
Imperial cities of Prisrend and Skoplje. It was not without 
reason that the commander of the Bosnian and Primorian 
contingent, Vlatko Hranitch, who drew off his own forces 
from the field in good order, sent tidings of victory to his 
master, King Tvrtko, passed on by him to the citizens of 
Trail and Florence. In the Cathedral of Notre Dame Te 
Deums of thanksgiving for the success of the Christian arms 
were actually celebrated in the presence of the King of 
France. 

Contemporaries were impressed by the great forces 
engaged the Turks actually magnified the Christian hosts 
to half a million men ! The dramatic incidents of the battle 
inspired poetic commemoration among the Turks as well as 
the Serbs. " The Turkish histories," as the English 
historian, Richard Knolles, records, " to express the day, 
vainely say that the angels in Heaven, amazed with that 
hideous noise, for that time forgot the heavenly hymns 
wherewith they alwaies glorify God." It is possible, indeed, 
that for the first time in Balkan war cannon may have 
contributed to the din of battle, since the Venetians had 
shortly before presented a " falconus " to the King of 
Bosnia. 

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LAST UNITED EFFORT OF THE SERBS. 

Thus the first impression of the fight was that of an 
heroic combat between equals. The bards who carried on 
the Court poetry that had already existed in the days of 
Tzar Dushan and earlier kings, dramatized the incidents 
of the battle without any particular reference to historic 
consequences. It was only the later realization of its far- 
reaching effects that made the Lay of Kossovo an epic 
record of what proved to have been the last united effort 
of the Serbian race to resist the Asiatic invader. It was 
itself an inheritance from days when the spirit of the Serb 
people as a whole was still unbroken, and it was from this 
quality indeed that it drew its inspiration in the dark days 
that were to come. 

In reality the apparently even fortunes of the opposing 
hosts the superficial point that impressed contemporaries 
were profoundly misleading. The Serbian Prince Lazar 
was only one of several Confederate champions, the most 
important of whom, at least, the Bosnian King, would 
hardly have recognized him as even primus inter pares. 
The combination of so many Christian forces was itself 
a mighty effort. But even the most decisive victory could 
have hardly given a permanent value to what in reality 
was a loosely compacted alliance of princes and chieftains 
standing in various feudal relations of different races and 
of opposing creeds, and scattered over a physically divided 
geographical area extending from North Macedonia to the 
Danube and the Adriatic. 

On the other hand, the fall of Amurath did not seriously 
affect the centralized Ottoman organization. The " light- 
ning " Bajazet flashed at once into his father's place. The 
Serbs, too, it should be remembered, had barely recovered 
from the terrible slaughter on the banks of the Maritza 
some 25 years earlier. Lazar himself had already suffered 
the loss of Nish, and had been reduced to the position of 
a tributary and dependent. From their European capital 
of Adrianople the Turks already dominated most of the 
eastern half of the Peninsula. They were astride of the 
Balkans, and had subjugated Danubian Bulgaria, while, 
on the other side, the possession of Seres was a threat to 
Salonika itself. 

LOOSENESS OF THE CHRISTIAN ALLIANCE. 

Apart from the particularist tendencies of the great 
feudatories and the personal jealousies of which we have 
the echo in the legendary treason of Vuk Brankovitch on 
the field of Kossovo itself, it is hard to discover any firm 

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elements of cohesion among the various units represented 
in the great alliance. Islam was a reality ; Christendom 
less than a name. What real sympathy is it possible to 
detect between the militant Catholicism of Hungary and 
its Bosnian vassals and the Orthodox Serbian princes ? 

The seeds of still worse discord lay in Bosnia itself, 
where the Catholic persecution of the puritan and quasi- 
Manichaean Bogomili was to bear fruit in the wholesale 
conversion of the latter to Mahomedanism. Regional 
interests and religious jealousies were thus for over five 
centuries to rivet the bondage of the Serbian people and to 
bar the way to any political union between the kindred 
members of the South Slav race. 

But, through all this, the epic Lay of Kossovo, sung from 
generation to generation by peasant bards to the strains 
of the one-stringed guzla in the remotest mountain glens 
and the busiest market-places, has still been a common 
heirloom of the whole people. It has perpetuated the 
tradition of national unity and kept green the memory of 
heroic deeds. It held up withal the traitors of the past to 
lasting obloquy. The lesson brought home by it is one 
which all members of the South Slav race take to heart 
to-day. It is summed up in the Serbian motto, " Samo 
Sloga Srbina Spasava " " Union only saves the Serbs." 

(" Times " on Kossovo Day, June 28th, 1916.) 



THE EPIC LAY OF KOSSOVO. 
Three Serbian Ballads. 



1 There resteth to Serbia a glory, 
' A glory that shall not grow old ; 
' There remaineth to Serbia a story, 

A tale to be chanted and told ! 

They are gone to their graves grim and gory 

The beautiful, brave, and bold ; 

But out of the darkness and desolation 
' Of the mourning heart of a widow'd nation, 

Their memory waketh an exultation ! 

Yea, so long as a babe shall be born, 

Or there resteth a man in the land 

So long as a blade of corn 

Shall be reap'd by a human hand 

So long as the grass shall grow 

On the mighty plain of Kossovo 

So long, so long, even so, 
' Shall the glory of those remain 

Who this day in battle were slain." 

Translated by OWEN MEREDITH. 



THE BATTLE OF KOSSOVO. 

Murad camped on the Field of Blackbirds, 
And then a letter did he write, 
And to the fortress of Krushevatz sent it : 
To the knees of Lazar, Prince of the Serbs I 
O Prince Lazar, Head of this land, 
It never was known, and it never can be, 
That in one Empire two should rule, 
And that the lieges should doubly be taxed. 
We cannot both of us bear the sceptre. 
Send to me then the keys and the taxes. 
The golden keys of each strong place, 
And the taxes for seven years. 
And shouldst thou decline to send them me, 
Then let us meet on the Field of Blackbirds 
And with our sabres divide the Empire." 

When Tsar Lazar received this letter, 
He read it through and bitterly wept. 
Oh if some one could but have listened, 
To hear the deep curses of the prince. 

He who does not come to the Field of Blackbirds, 

Let nothing prosper in his hands, 

Neither the gold-white wheat in the field, 

Nor the vine on the mountain side, 

Nor the children playing at home." 

Then Tsar Lazar kept his nameday 
In the silent fortress of Krushevatz. 
At his rich table he seated his guests, 
All his lords and noble courtiers. 
On the right sat the old Jug Bogdan, 
At his side the nine Jugovitch brothers ; 
Vuk Brankovitch on his left, 
And the other lords in their due order. 
But facing him was Milosh seated, 
And beside him two Serbian Voivodes 
Ivan Kossantchitch was the one, 
And the other was Milan Toplitza. 



The Tsar lifted the brimming goblet, 
And thus he spake to his noble guests : 
To whom shall I quaff the brimming beaker ? 
If it be age that should decide, 
Then I must pledge the old Jug Bogdan. 
If it be rank that should decide it, 
Then I must drink to Vuk Brankovitch. 
If I may follow the voice of feeling, 
Then the cup falls to my wife's dear brothers, 
To my wife's brothers, the nine Jugovitch. 
Should manly beauty prescribe my choice, 
Then the cup is the prize of Kossantchitch, 
And if height is to decide, 
Then the cup is Milan Toplitza's. 
But if hero's prowess decides my choice, 
Then I drain it to Milosh the Voivode : 
To no other may it be pledged. 
To the health of Milosh Obilitch ! 

Thy health, O Milosh, loyal and false 

First loyal to me and at last to me false. 
To-morrow thou wilt in battle betray me, 
Wilt pass over to Murad's army. 
Thy health, O Milosh, and drain the beaker : 
Drink, and keep it as a gift." 



Up to his feet sprang Milosh Obilitch, 
Then to the black earth down he bowed. 
Thanks to thee, most gracious Tsar Lazar, 
My heartfelt thanks to thee for thy toast ; 
For thy toast and for thy present ; 
But no thanks for such a speech ! 
For else may my faith undo me 
Never unfaithful have I been, 
Ne'er have I been, and ne'er shall be. 
But I am resolved on the field to-morrow 
For the faith of Christ to give my life. 
But faithless sits at thy very knee 
And drinks the wine from his silk-draped glass, 
He, the accursed, the traitor Brankovitch. 
On the sacred Vitus-Day to-morrow 
We shall see on the Field of Blackbirds, 
Who is faithful and who is faithless. 
But by God the Almighty I swear it 
To-morrow I'll go to the Field of Blackbirds, 
And there I shall kill the Sultan Murad, 
And plant my foot upon his throat. 



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' Should God and fortune grant to me 

' My safe return to Krushevatz, 

' Vuk Brankovitch shall be my captive, 

' And to my warlance I shall bind him, 

' As a woman the flax to her apron, 

' And shall drag him thus to the Field of Blackbirds." 

(Translated by R. W. SETON- WATSON.) 



THE MOTHER OF THE JUGOVITCH. 

Dear God, how great a marvel ! 

When the army camped on the field of Kossovo, 

And in that army nine Jugovitch brothers, 

And the tenth, the old Jug Bogdan. 

The mother of the Jugovitch prays to God, 

That He may give her the eyes of a falcon 

And the white wings of a swan, 

That she may fly to the Plain of Kossovo 

And may see the nine Jugovitch brothers, 

And the tenth, the old Jug Bogdan. 

As she prayed, her prayer was granted, 

God gave her the eyes of a falcon 

And the white wings of a swan. 

Then she flies to the Plain of Kossovo. 

Dead she found the nine Jugovitch brothers, 

And the tenth, the old Jug Bogdan. 

And above them, nine spears of battle ; 

Perched on the spears, falcons nine ; 

Around the spears, nine good steeds ; 

And beside them nine grim lions. 

Then did they whinny, the nine good steeds ; 

Then did they roar, the nine grim lions; 

Then did they scream, the nine falcons. 

E'en then the mother was hard of heart, 

And from her heart no tear did rise. 



But she takes the nine good steeds, 
And she takes the nine grim lions, 
And she takes the nine falcons. 



Back she turns to her castle white. 
From afar her sons' wives saw her : 
A little nearer they came to meet her. 
There was clamour of nine widows : 
There was weeping of nine orphans : 
There was neighing of nine good steeds : 
There was roaring of nine grim lions : 
There was screaming of nine falcons. 
E'en then the mother was hard of heart, 
And from her heart no tear did rise. 



When night was come, and the midnight was there, 

Then the grey horse of Damian groaned. 

And Damian's mother asked his wife : 

" Daughter of mine and wife of Damian, 

" What sets the horse of Damian groaning? 

" Can it be hunger for pure white corn ? 

" Can it be thirst for water of Zvetchan ? " 

Then answered the wife of Damian : 

"It is not hunger for pure white corn : 

"It is not thirst for water of Zvetchan. 

" It is, that Damian had taught him, 

" Till midnight, to feast on hay, 

" And after midnight, to take the road. 

" Now 'tis his master he is mourning, 

" For he will never bear him more." 

E'en then the mother was hard of heart, 

And from her heart no tear did rise. 



When morning came and break of dawn, 
There came flying two coal-black ravens. 
Bloody were their wings up to the shoulders. 
Round their beaks there clung white foam. 
And they carried the hand of a hero, 
And on the hand a wedding-ring of gold. 
They threw it into the mother's lap. 



The mother of the Jugovitch took the hand, 

She turned it round, she fondled it, 

And then she called the wife of Damian. 

" Daughter of mine and wife of Damian, 

" Couldst thou tell whose hand is this ? " 

Then answered the wife of Damian : 

" Mother of mine, O mother of Damian, 



" This is the hand of our own Damian, 
" For I do know the ring, my mother ; 
" At the betrothal I did have it." 
The mother took the hand of Damian, 
She turned it round, she fondled it. 
Then to the hand she softly spake : 
" O my hand, my fresh green apple, 
" Where didst thou grow, where wert thou plucked? 
' 'Twas on my bosom thou didst grow. 
" The plucking, 'twas on Kossovo's plain." 
Speaking, she breathed her soul away. 

(Translated by R. W. SETON- WATSON.) 



THE MAIDEN OF KOSSOVO. 
(After the Battle.) 

The maiden of Kossovo rose early 

On the Sabbath morn, sooner than sunrise ; 

From her round arms she turned back the white sleeves, 

Turned them backward above the white elbows. 

On her shoulders a bag was with white bread 

And in her hands were two golden vessels ; 

One vessel was fresh filled with cool water, 

The other to the brim was with red wine. 

She went straight to the Plain of Kossovo 

And sadly walked over the battlefield 

Where the glorious Tzar Lazar had fallen. 

In the blood-pools she turned round the heroes, 

And if she found still one of them breathing 

She bathed him gently with clear cold water ; 

As sacrament she gave him the red wine, 

And fed him with small crumbs of the white bread. 

In her wanderings she came, God guided, 
To the brave young knight, Orlovitch Pavlo : 
He who carried the Tzar Lazar's standard. 
She found him yet alive, and still conscious, 
Though the right arm was slash'd from the shoulder, 
And the left leg cut off from the knee-joint 
Yet alive, though his ribs all were broken, 
And his lung? were laid bare to the daylight ! 

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She drew him forth from a blood-lake, 
She bathed him softly with clear, cold water ; 
Then she gave him to drink of the red wine, 
And fed him with small crumbs of the white bread. 



When his heart beatings grew somewhat stronger, 
Said brave Orlovitch faint to the maiden : 
" My sister, thou, maiden of Kossovo, 
" Tell me what is the dire need which drives thee 
" To move brave men in midst of their life-blood ? 
" Whom seekest thou, so young, in this red field ? 
" A brother ? Or the son of a brother ? 
"Or is it thy old father thou seekest ? " 



Then the maiden of Kossovo answered : 

" Dear brother ! dear thou art though a stranger, 

" I am seeking here none of my kindred ; 

" Neither brother nor son of a brother 

" I seek not even my own old father ! 

" To thee it must be known, O strange Vojvode, 

" When all the Tzar's men took communion 

" In the beautiful church Samodreja, 

" The whole army took there communion. 



" Last of all came three valiant Vojvodes, 

" Obilitch Milosh, Kossantchitch Ivan, 

" And the third one, Milan of Toplitza. 

" Three noble Vojvodes ! three of the noblest ! 

" They never had their equals in this world ! 

" When they walk'd their swords rung on the pavement, 

" On their heads they wore kalpaks of pure silk, 

" Round their shoulders hung long chains of gold links, 

" On their necks they wore kerchiefs of silk cloth ; 

" They wore also gold rings on their fingers. 



" When the Obilitch Milosh passed by me, 
" He gave me for a present his gold chain ; 
" When the Kossantchitch Ivan passed by me, 
' He gave me for a present his gold ring ; 
' But when Milan of Toplitza passed by, 
' He gave to me his fine glove of gold thread ; 
' And he marked me thereby for his true love. 
'These seek I to-day on the battlefield." 



Said again to her Orlovitch Pavlo : 

" My dear sister, maiden of Kossovo, 

" Dost thou not see there those broken war spears ? 

" The last life-blood of heroes has flowed there I 

"Flowed high up as the stirrups of war steeds! 

" It has reached to the belts of the footmen ! 

"It is there thy three heroes have fallen ! 

"But go back to thy white house, my sister! 

" Stain not thus thy white skirts and thy white sleeves. 

When the maiden of Kossovo heard him, 
The great tears fell fast over her white cheeks. 
She went back to the house of her father ; 
Wildly weeping she went back, and wailing, 
" Woe to me ! What ill-luck has befallen me ! 
" Oh, were I but to touch the green pine tree, 
" The green tree at my sad touch would wither." 

(Translated by E. L. MIJATOVITCH.) 



KOSSOVO DAY HEROES 

whose memory will never fade. 

By Alice and Claude Askew. 

Salonica. 

Serbia is once more a conquered nation but she keeps 
the anniversary of Kossovo (June 28th) all the same. It 
has been observed religiously for more than 500 years. 
Her women and children will mourn for the dead cavaliers 
who fell in glorious conflict on the green plain, fighting 
the infidel Turks, and her army waiting round and about 
Salonica will remember the great Czar Lazar and the hero 
Milosh Obilitch. 

The dress that the peasant women wear all over 
Serbia, the long, straight, white robe, heavily embroidered 
with black wool round the hem and sleeves, is worn as 
mourning for the mighty captains who perished on the 
historic battlefield that, to quote from a Turkish chronicler, 
" became like a tulip bed, with its ruddy severed heads 
and rolling turbans," for the Serbians will never forget 
how bravely Lazar and his cavaliers fought till they fell. 
They are proud of the glorious dead. They talk of the great 
battle as if it had taken place yesterday instead of five 
centuries ago. In their own poetical language they will 
describe how the bright armour that the Serbians wore 
gleamed like the lightning when the cavaliers charged, 
and how the blades of the Turkish sabres those blades 
that had flashed like diamonds at the start of the combat, 
became as red as hyacinths as the day wore on the day 
that heralded in Serbia's long night of servitude and oppres- 
sion. 

The ballads that have helped so wonderfully to main- 
tain the patriotism and the courage of the Serbs, those 
ballads that the mothers of Serbia have sung to their sons 
as they nursed them, are full of references to Kossovo. 

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We learn how the mother of the Jugovitch prayed to God 
that He would give her the eyes of a falcon and the white 
wings of a swan that she might fly to the plain of Kossovo 
and see how it fared with her nine sons. Her prayer was 
granted, but she found her sons dead. Her heart did not 
break till next day, however, when at dawn two coal-black 
ravens brought her on their beaks the clay-cold hand of her 
son Damian. The mother fondled the hand for some little 
time, then she softly spake before she died : 

" O, my hand, my fresh green apple 
Where didst thou grow, where wert thou plucked ? 
'Twas on my bosom thou didst grow. 
The plucking, 'twas on Kossovo's plain." 

Another ballad relates how the maid of Kossovo went 
seeking her lover, Milan of Toplitza, who had given her his 
fine glove of gold thread and marked her thereby for his 
true love, but where Milan lay the blood had flowed so deep 
that the crimson tide reached to the very stirrups of the 
war steeds. Wailing bitterly, the fair maid of Kossovo 
returned to her father's house, crying out in her anguish 
that were she but to touch a green pine tree it would wither. 

The day of Serbia's freedom came round, however. 
The slavery of the Turkish yoke was powerless to crush 
a nation which never ceased to remember their country's 
past glories, a nation which had the courage to keep the 
fatal anniversary of Kossovo as a festival day during the 
cruel years of bondage, convinced that the freedom they so 
ardently desired was bound to come. And, true enough, 
the last shackles of the Turkish chain were severed when 
the Serbian crusade against Islam finished under King 
Peter in 1912, and Serbia rose up proud and triumphant, 
once more the shining tower of the east, anxious only to 
dwell in peace. 

But this was not to be. War was forced on her, and 
then, after four years of hard fighting, she was beset at the 
same time by Germans, Magyars, and Bulgars, and only 
the flight into exile saved her army that terrible famine 
retreat which has cost such a heavy toll of lives. 

We remember approaching the plain of Kossovo during 
the early part of the retreat, riding slowly with the army. 
The air seemed to beat and quiver to the tramp of soldiers' 
feet. The men hardly spoke ; they kept a heavy silence as 
they marched, a tragic silence. 

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"If only the dead could rise! Ah, if only our dead 
heroes could rise from their graves on this plain and lead 
us back into battle ! Lazar, Milosh Obilitch, Kosanchich 
Ivan, why do you slumber ? Is Serbia to be lost a second 
time ? " 

An officer riding with us rose up suddenly in his stirrups 
and addressed the flowing plains. He spoke out of the 
bitterness of his heart, aware that what he asked was not 
to be at least, so it seemed at the time, but now we are 
not so certain, for who knows if the Serbian heroes of to-day 
may not be inspired by the spirits of the mighty dead ? 

Kossovo Day they keep it, the pale, weeping women 
and children in pillaged and ravaged Serbia. Starving 
mothers are whispering to their hungry babes that a conquer- 
ing army will come to their help before long, that they will 
not be allowed to perish. 

Kossovo Day can you picture it at Salonica, where the 
Serbian troops wait with their loins girded and the hunger 
of the exile in their eyes ? remembering the cavaliers who 
perished on the plain of Kossovo, and remembering the men 
who have fallen during the present war, the Serbs on whose 
shoulders the mantle of Lazar descended, of Lazar and his 
knights, the red robe of martyrdom. 

Hail to Kossovo Day, for it will be followed by the day 
of victory ! The day when Serbia will leap up from the dust 
and, binding her torn locks about her forehead, will once more 
resume her crown, and twisted in and out that shining circlet 
will be the fadeless laurel leaves that the living and the dead 
have won for her on the field of honour. 

(" Daily Express " on Kossovo Day, 1916.) 



THE THING CALLED A NATION. 
The Spiritual Issue of the War. 

By G. K. Chesterton. 

Five hundred years ago our Allies the Serbians went 
down in the great Battle of Kossovo, which was the end 
of their triumph and the beginning of their glory. For 
if the Serbian Empire was mortally wounded, the Serbian 
nation had a chance to prove itself immortal ; since it is 
only in death that we can discover immortality. So 
awfully alive is that Christian thing called a nation that its 
very death is a living death. It is a living death which 
lasts a hundred times longer than any life of man ; and of 
what it meant to the Serbians I know of no possible literary 
expression. The nearest words for it are found, I believe, 
in a Serbian proverb, which I fancy I have heard, and which 
I am sure is too good for me to have imagined : " God 
never made a heaven until He saw the sorrows of the Serbs." 



The day of the great Turkish victory is everywhere 
celebrated by Serbians except in Serbia. To ask why it 
cannot be kept in Serbia is to ask the central question about 
the greatest quarrel that has ever convulsed this planat. 
Of its momentousness in the matter of Serbia as a nation 
I will say something in a moment. But if we wished to 
state the spiritual issue of the whole war in its simplest 
and strongest terms I do not think we could find a better 
definition than this one. We are fighting to preserve 
that particular spirit which remembers a defeat rather than 
a victory. We are fighting to make Success a failure. 
The Germans keep the Day of Sedan, that is the Day of 
Success ; and it is a fact, to which any honest observer 
will attest, that they are conspicuous among other nations 
recalling other victories, by the fact that their whole 
phraseology and philosophy treats it as a part of an inevit- 
able success, of an interminable Sedan. The Prussians 

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do not remember and celebrate the Day of Jena. That is 
why it is vitally necessary, even for their own sakes, to give 
them a bigger Jena, which they will be obliged to remember. 
As it is, the average Prussian probably realises nothing 
about Jena except that Professor Haeckel lives there ; 
which may indeed be reasonably regarded as a national 
judgment or visitation in itself ; but in which the divine 
irony expresses itself in too subtle a manner to be easily 
apprehended by the Prussian mind. We must be content 
to tell the Prussian, well knowing that he will not understand 
us, that we are fighting to give him a Kossovo Day to make 
a man of him, that he may some day be as civilised as a 
Serbian peasant. 



Kossovo of the Serbians towers in history as the most 
tragic and memorable of such instances of memory. But 
it is by no means the only instance indicating that the 
Allies stand for this paradox of the undefeated defeat. 
When I first went to Paris as a mere boy I think the thing 
that most struck my eye and stuck in my memory was that 
sculptured circle of the great cities of France, in which the 
only statue still girt with new garlands and draperies is 
the lost city of Strasburg. It seemed to be a challenge 
to the changes of time more momentous and impressive 
even than the cannon column of Napoleon or the towers 
of Notre Dame. The whole flood of our thoughts which 
were then full of a German fatalism ran clean contrary 
to that challenge ; so much so that I remember a phrase 
in some standard English work expressing not only wonder 
but a sort of amusement at the thing, as if it were an impish 
variety of the well-known French vanity. " Other nations 
celebrate their victories," wrote this simple and laborious 
man. " Who but the French would celebrate even their 
defeats ? " Even then, I am glad to say, I had glimpses 
of a somewhat manlier moral philosophy, and I never saw 
a sight in my life that impelled me so spontaneously to say, 
In hoc signo vinces. But the very phrase I am using is 
enough to remind me that the idea is older and even more 
historic than the just quarrel of France. In the light of 
that ancient idea, most assuredly, Serbia must be called 
the eldest brother of the Alliance. It was under the sign 
by which Constantine conquered that Lazar fell in a failure 
that has been as fruitful as a martyrdom. And that sign, 
which Constantine saw in heaven above his eagles, should 
be enough in itself to convey that mystery of Christendom 
which must always be a menace to its enemies, and above 

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all to the Prussian, its last and its most insolent enemy. 
There is but one religion which can only decorate even its 
triumphs with an emblem of defeat. There is only one 
army which carries the image of its own captain, not 
enthroned or riding, but captured and impaled. 



The sort of cosmopolitan expert who tests everything 
by the philosophy of a courier, a man to whose globe- 
trotting cynicism we have paid far more attention than 
his shallow experiences deserve, will often tell us that he 
can see little difference between Turk and Christian in the 
wilds of South Eastern Europe ; he thinks they are much 
of a muchness, because they may both wear knives or 
what is worse, indulge in religious observances. This is 
the true type of man who would have been a blind and 
barren spectator of any one of the great and crucial disputes 
of history. He would have regarded Cicero and Julius 
Caesar as two Roman senators in togas having a tiff : he 
would have been fully satisfied with the fact that Foulon 
and Robespierre both powdered their hair, when he had got 
over the real interesting discovery that they both spoke 
French. The philosophy of facts always escapes him ; 
and we cannot select or even see facts except by a philosophy. 
It is in the very fundamentals of human philosophy that 
the Eastern Christians, headed by the heroic and unhappy 
Serbs, differ from that Asiatic Empire which has ruled or 
rather robbed them. It is an ultimate question which 
divides this nation which is no longer an Empire from that 
Empire which has never been a nation. 



And the chief fruit of this philosophy is the national 
idea itself, the sacramental sense of boundary, the basis 
in an almost religious sense of agriculture, the idea of 
having a home upon this earth, which the Arab armies 
out of the deserts can hardly even be said to have violated, 
having never even begun to understand. If we in the West 
have enjoyed these things more pacifically than the Serbians 
it would be on the last level of vileness for us to reproach 
them with the difference. For in the plain light of history, 
it is because they have been warlike that we have found it 
possible to be peaceful. If they are fierce it is because no 
courage short of sheer fanaticism could have kept the 
frontiers of Christendom against such locust-clouds of foes, 
while we were electing our first Parliaments and building 

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our first cathedrals. While all we call the world was being 
made they were the wall of the world. If they had the 
faults of such fighting we at least might in decency regard 
them not as sins, but scars. If, as the courier informs us, 
they carry knives, it is because they know, as we shall 
probably never know, what we really mean when we talk 
of war to the knife. If they have wildly struck down 
tyrants who were also traitors, it is because for them a 
phrase like " selling the pass " is not a petty political 
metaphor, but has often referred to a real pass, over real 
mountains, letting loose ruin upon real villages hi a real 
valley. 

And, indeed, it is this vivid and sensitive visualisation 
of the traitor which makes the main sentiment of Serbia 
in the war. The Serbs have a feeling about the part played 
by Austria which we in the West can but imperfectly under- 
stand. That Austria was wholly and flatly in the wrong 
in the quarrel that created this war is admitted by everyone 
in his five wits. It may even be said that it was admitted 
by Austria, since she refused arbitration or even any sort 
of discussion. It is admitted by many of the Germans, 
who are, indeed, more and more disposed to prove their own 
impeccable virtue at the expense of the Austrians, as well 
as of all the rest of mankind. But the Serbian has an issue 
with the Austrian which is the more sinister for being 
spiritual. For the Serb the Austrian is a Christian like 
Judas Iscariot. He is a Christian who has stabbed him 
in the back while he was still fighting with his face to the 
infidel. And his just anger is full of the fury of five centuries, 
and dark with the trappings of that day of mourning when 
the blood of his saints and heroes was given on the field of 
blackbirds in vain. 

(" The Daily News " on Kossovo Day, 1916.) 



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PR SERBIA ' KOSSOVO DAY,' JUNE 
28th, 1389-1916," was issued by the " Kossovo 
Day" Committee, and distributed in 85,000 
copies. In addition, the Committee published the 
following series of pamphlets for Kossovo Day, 1916 : 

1. Kossovo Day, 1389-1916 (with a decorative 
design of Tzar Lazar by Mr. Radovani), ed. by 
Father Nicolas Velimirovic. 

2. Serbia and Kossovo, by Dr. T. R. Gjordjevic. 

3. Notes on Serbian History, for lecturers. 
(Dr. Curcin.) 

4. Serbian Ballads, translated by R. W. 
Seton- Watson. 

5. Heroic Serbia, from the French of Victor 
Berard. 

6. Serbia : Yesterday, To-day and To- 
morrow, by R. W. Seton-Watson. (25,000 
copies for schools.) 

7. Serbia's War of Liberation, by R. W. 

Seton- Watson. (50,000 copies.) 

8. The Women of Serbia, by Fanny S. Cope- 
land, with a Preface by Lady Paget. 

9. Without Home and Country, by a Serbian 
Poet. 

10. Kossovo Day (1399-1916). Report and 

two lectures, published by the Kossovo Day 
Committee. 

Besides 30,000 copies of the Serbian National 
Anthem, with English words, were printed and 
distributed, and numerous post card reproductions of 
Mr. Bernard Partridge's cartoon "Heroic Serbia," from 
" Punch," and of the picture of Tzar Lazar. 



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